3121Come bring your luggage Nobly on your backe:

3122For my part, if a lye may do thee grace,

3123Ile gil'd it with the happiest tearmes I haue.

3125The Trumpets sound Retreat, the day is ours:

3126Come Brother, let's to the highest of the field,

3127To see what Friends are liuing, who are dead.

3128Fal. Ile follow as they say, for Reward. Hee that re-

3129wards me, heauen reward him. If I do grow great again,

3130Ile grow lesse? For Ile purge, and leaue Sacke, and liue

3131cleanly, as a Nobleman should do. Exit

3137King. Thus euer did Rebellion finde Rebuke.

3138Ill-spirited Worcester, did we not send Grace,

3139Pardon, and tearmes of Loue to all of you?

3140And would'st thou turne our offers contrary?

3141Misuse the tenor of thy Kinsmans trust?

3142Three Knights vpon our party slaine to day,

3143A Noble Earle, and many a creature else,

3144Had beene aliue this houre,

3145If like a Christian thou had'st truly borne

3146Betwixt our Armies, true Intelligence.

3147Wor. What I haue done, my safety vrg'd me to,

3148And I embrace this fortune patiently,

3149Since not to be auoyded, it fals on mee.

3150King. Beare Worcester to death, and Vernon too:

3151Other offenders we will pause vpon.

3153How goes the Field?

3154Prin. The Noble Scot Lord Dowglas, when hee saw

3155The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him,

3156The Noble Percy slaine, and all his men,

3157Vpon the foot of feare, fled with the rest;

3158And falling from a hill, he was so bruiz'd

3159That the pursuers tooke him. At my Tent

3160The Dowglas is, and I beseech your Grace.

3161I may dispose of him.

3162King. With all my hcart.

3163Prin. Then Brother Iohn of Lancaster,

3164To you this honourable bounty shall belong:

3165Go to the Dowglas, and deliuer him

3166Vp to his pleasure, ransomlesse and free:

3167His Valour shewne vpon our Crests to day,

3168Hath taught vs how to cherish such high deeds,

3169Euen in the bosome of our Aduersaries.

3170King. Then this remaines: that we diuide our Power.

3171You Sonne Iohn, and my Cousin Westmerland

3172Towards Yorke shall bend you, with your deerest speed

3173To meet Northumberland, and the Prelate Scroope,

3174Who (as we heare) are busily in Armes.

3175My Selfe, and you Sonne Harry will towards Wales,

3176To fight with Glendower, and the Earle of March.

3177Rebellion in this Land shall lose his way,

3178Meeting the Checke of such another day:

3179And since this Businesse so faire is done,

3180Let vs not leaue till all our owne be wonne.